Somewhere in a foreign Delta.
"Tell me, how many people died in the music hall this time? Thousands?"
Ye Zifeng was half-reclining on the sofa.
He gently swirled a wine glass filled with a bit of wine in his hand, crossed his legs, and looked extremely pleased.
Clearly, he was eager to know.
How many lives did this terror attack, which he personally planned, ultimately take?
He could almost see the frustrated expressions of those old-timers in the police force.
To mock what they always protect, just thinking about it made him feel incredibly excited!
Meanwhile, his subordinate, who was responsible for gathering intelligence, knelt on one knee, lowered his head, and answered in a trembling voice.
As for why it was the second subordinate?
Because not long ago, the first subordinate had been killed by the furious Ye Zifeng!
"According to the boss, it's not as many as a few thousand..."
Not as many as a few thousand?
Ye Zifeng couldn't help but frown.
There were at least tens of thousands of people in the music hall; relying solely on a self-destructing helicopter to take out a few thousand people was indeed quite difficult!
Moreover, the police weren't fools; they would definitely intervene to prevent the attack from becoming too serious.
"Then is it a few hundred?"
Thinking this, Ye Zifeng lowered his expectations.
If it wasn't a few thousand, surely it must be a few hundred!
After all, that was a helicopter filled with TNT explosives.
Once it exploded, even the shockwave's power couldn't be underestimated!
"According to the boss, it's not even a few hundred..."
The subordinate, looking terrified, lowered his head even further.
Sweat the size of beans had long since covered his forehead, and he was extremely nervous.
He was afraid he would meet the same fate as the first subordinate!
"Not even a few hundred? Could it be only a few dozen?!"
Ye Zifeng instantly became furious, grabbing the subordinate by the collar and yanking him up from the ground.
His eyes, filled with murderous intent, gradually turned red, clearly on the verge of exploding with rage.
Those familiar with him might know that this bloodthirsty guy was about to say something 'heart-wrenching'!
"Not even a few dozen; according to the information, we only... only took out one person..."
The subordinate was so scared he was about to cry.
But before he could truly cry, he would never have that chance again in his life.
Because...
Sizzle!
A blood-soaked arm delivered him a 'front-to-back explosive watermelon juice' combo!
"Waste! Truly a bunch of waste!"
"Our helicopter worth tens of millions just took out one unlucky guy?"
"Isn't this insulting me? Bastards!"
The more Ye Zifeng thought about it, the angrier he became, smashing the wine glass in his hand onto the ground.
The red wine spilled everywhere, just like the large pool of blood beside it.
Such a completely unworthy exchange of effort and reward made it impossible for him not to be furious!
Wasn't this clearly slapping the police in the face?
Clearly wanting to slap the other side, yet inexplicably, the one getting slapped turned out to be himself!
'Image: The clown is actually me?!'
"Hehe! Don't get too complacent! We have plenty of time ahead!"
Ye Zifeng's face darkened, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in his red eyes.
This failure made him feel like he lost face in front of his subordinates.
So, if he had the chance in the future, he would definitely seek to regain his dignity from the police!
.....
On the other side.
After a long day of work, Liu Ziqian finally got off work.
Due to the large number of criminals captured this time, most of them involved serious cases.
So, in order to quickly obtain relevant clues and useful information, the police had to interrogate them overnight.
Liu Ziqian turned on the lights in her room.
So much had happened today that her emotions were still unsettled.
She silently looked at a photo frame on her bedside.
Inside was a photo torn in half, one side in color showing a bright and innocent girl smiling, and the other side in black and white showing a somewhat righteous and wooden young man.
"You left too early! So early that I, your childhood friend, still can't believe you're gone!"
"And, I... I seem to have unknowingly fallen for someone I shouldn't like..."
The girl curled up on her soft bed, remaining silent for a long time.
Her mind kept flashing back to the moments she worried about someone today.
The night grew deeper.
Looking at the entire apartment complex, only her room's light remained on.
Even in the deep, lonely night, she held on!
It felt so... lonely.
Just like herself!